the tree, you, the artist…“morph,” my poem
transitions
morph
Another leaf drops from the tree.
Watch it skittering down.
The next leaf will fall
to another bare spot,
a new herald of the new season.
Like you, the tree is changing—
Was it your self who saw
the first leaf fall?
Is it the same tree now,
as afternoon begins?
Yon artist arrays a new canvas
on her gear,
she sets the first one aside, in view,
she thinks to paint the tree again
with more autumnal hues,
she swabs her brush
and makes a bobbing leaf,
intent on making it real—
The tree gives up the leaf she saw,
a new bird perches on the highest twig,
when will she know
that she’s painting a different tree?
will she know that her other self
was the painter in the morning?
November 3, 2024
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